Rafael rushed into his room, but he was met with Leonard, who had a gun aimed at him.

"What are you doing, Leonard?" Rafael's eyes widened as he watched his brother's finger tighten around the trigger, his face contorted in anger.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Leonard asked, sweat cascading down his face as his chest heaved.

"Are you really going to shoot me?"

"We'll find out," Leonard smirked.

Rafael scoffed and began to laugh lightly. His laughter grew louder, filling the room. When he finally stopped, his face turned icy cold.

"Idiot," Rafael muttered.

Leonard's face contorted in confusion and fear, though he tried to hide it....